Animal
Rights
Online
Animal
Rights
Online

Newsletters
Animal Writes
sm
21 April 1999 Issue
A Pigeon Shooter's Poem

A shooter aimed at two pigeons launched
From traps before his gun.
Both were stopped in their rapid flight
Shot in the name of fun.

The male bird lay at the field's edge
And just before he died,
He faintly called to his wounded mate
And she dragged herself to his side.

She bent her head and cooed to him
In a way distressed and wild,
Caressing her one and only mate
As a mother would a child.

Then covering him with her shattered wing
And gasping with failing breath,
She laid her head against his breast,
A feeble moan... then death.

This story is true, though crudely told:
I was the man in this case.
I stood in a crowd of other sick souls
And the hot tears burned my face.

I buried the birds in the killing field
Wrapped in my hunting shirt,
And I vowed to repent for my horrible deeds
As I crossed the expanse of dirt.

Hunters will call me a right poor sport
And scoff at the thing I did.
But that day something broke in my heart
And shoot again? God forbid!

Paraphrased from "A Hunters Poem"
(c) D.L. Roth 3/22/99

Go on to Quote to Remember
Return to 21 April 1999 Issue
Return to Newsletters

** Fair Use Notice**
This document may contain copyrighted material, use of which has not been specifically authorized by the copyright owners. I believe that this not-for-profit, educational use on the Web constitutes a fair use of the copyrighted material (as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law). If you wish to use this copyrighted material for purposes of your own that go beyond fair use, you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.

Home Page

Newsletters

Poetry

Quotations

Your comments and inquiries are welcome

This site is hosted and maintained by:
The Mary T. and Frank L. Hoffman Family Foundation
Thank you for visiting all-creatures.org.


Since date.gif (991 bytes)